J Ax e Fedez tornano con Assenzio
Hands on the wheel gridlock and steel dogs are barking out in the street It's a neighborhood war better lock that door Flesh and blood and cold concrete Baby can't make it. Baby can't make it Standing in line at the tabloid shrine in the middle of the public night Addict consumers consuming the rumors with a killer, killer appetite RAGE! Amphetamine vapor on glass in the paper underneath fluorescent night In the catacombs of Styrofoam out of mind and out of sight Baby can't make it! Baby can't make it! RAGE! Where is the heartbeat? Not up elite street beating down the little guy The madness mounts the judge lost count, lost inside a technical lie! RAGE!